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toxic_shadow!! She asked for fluffy fic with Dean and Anna—or as Fluffy as I could get them, so naturally it involves moving things far, far into the future. That being said, absit_omens, silhouette_hunt, and likes_zeppelin are used with permission and love, and Claire is an NPC. This is most likely set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
2outof3_aintbad, way way far away into the future.]
Dean Winchester was not fit for civilized company.
He never had been and he never would be. He wasn’t raised to be. He swore like a sailor, lied to people more often than not, and spent most of his time trying to avoid people as much as he can. He took over Singer Salvage, hid away from the rest of the world, and tried to make himself feel human again. Only problem was, he never really could. Probably because he never really had been, but that was a whole other pile of worms.
There was however, some company he was fit for. And that company was five years-old.
“Grandpa?”
It was still odd to have Claire call him that. He didn’t think he would ever be anyone’s father, let alone grandfather, and he certainly wasn’t any kind of father to his own daughter, but he was the only one Claire had left, and she deserved to call someone it. Still, though—weird.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Are fairies real?”
( *** )
632 words
toxic_shadow!! She asked for fluffy fic with Dean and Anna—or as Fluffy as I could get them, so naturally it involves moving things far, far into the future. That being said, absit_omens, silhouette_hunt, and likes_zeppelin are used with permission and love, and Claire is an NPC. This is most likely set in 2outof3_aintbad, way way far away into the future.]Dean Winchester was not fit for civilized company.
He never had been and he never would be. He wasn’t raised to be. He swore like a sailor, lied to people more often than not, and spent most of his time trying to avoid people as much as he can. He took over Singer Salvage, hid away from the rest of the world, and tried to make himself feel human again. Only problem was, he never really could. Probably because he never really had been, but that was a whole other pile of worms.
There was however, some company he was fit for. And that company was five years-old.
“Grandpa?”
It was still odd to have Claire call him that. He didn’t think he would ever be anyone’s father, let alone grandfather, and he certainly wasn’t any kind of father to his own daughter, but he was the only one Claire had left, and she deserved to call someone it. Still, though—weird.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Are fairies real?”
( *** )
632 words
